to the sweet boy who was trying to sell me air duct cleaning. The poor fool had no way of knowing I’d just become the proud owner of a new vacuum, and wasn’t about to let ANYBODY clean anything those hoses could reach.
But I was determined to tell him no nicely. Which I did. And the little fella took it so nicely, that I proposed.
He hung up.
Oh, well. One less man-slave for my vineyard, I guess :)
It gets good.
I was getting ready to leave my house this afternoon, and I realized that the Who had unlaced my running shoes. I set about to hunting for the missing lace, when the phone rang.
“Hello, Mrs. K*?” (mispronounced, of course.)
“Uh, there’s no one here by that name.”
“Are you the head of your household?”
“Yes, I am, and my daughter just hid my shoelace from me and I’m in kind of a hurry to get going, and I can’t find it anywhere…you haven’t seen it, have you?”
“Um…I’m sorry, ma’am…you must be confused. I’m calling from [Company X] about your phone bill…would you—”
“I know, but I figured that maybe you’d seen them. They’re red, with a white pinstripe running down the middle. Seen ‘em anywhere?”
“Uh, no ma’am…I can’t see in your house…”
“Damn…double damn…well, call back when you’ve found my laces. Thanks.”
Huh. I really am strange, aren’t I?
that she had a very pleasant voice. I asked her if she’d ever done voiceover work. She said no.
I think it creeped her out a bit. Eh, the price you pay for being nice.